Chapter 929 The battle escalates, Voldemort is injured

quiet……

At this moment, the chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet. Professor McGonagall and the Death Eaters all put down their wands strangely and looked at the center of the battlefield in unison.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a strong and extremely pungent smell, like the smell of manure coming out of the air again after fermenting in an underground storage room for a week.

"vomit……"

Every wizard present felt a little sick to their stomachs, even Professor Sprout, who was dealing with manure.

But they endured it, especially the Death Eaters. Their mouths were tightly closed, and there was no sign of any discomfort on their faces.

Because this smell came from the head of their great Dark Lord, they had a premonition that if they vomited out at this time, they would definitely die...

As for other people, they may think it is impolite to laugh at this time.

The Dark Lord on the battlefield was also confused. Although he had no nose, it did not mean that he had no sense of smell.

The stench was too aggressive, reaching straight to the Tianling Cap, and it also stimulated his increasingly fragile nerves.

"puff……"

Two uncontrollable laughs came from the crowd.

"Ugh...you big turd egg...you are so powerful!"

"As expected of you, Kyle!"

Fred and George expressed their admiration for Kyle by giving him a thumbs up.

They were really convinced, the kind that fell to the ground.

In the past few decades, there were not many wizards who dared to confront Voldemort... For example, Dumbledore and the professors at Hogwarts, and people from the Order of the Phoenix. Most of them dared to pull out their wands against Voldemort.

However, Kyle was definitely the first person to throw a big dung egg on Voldemort's head.

What's more important is that he succeeded.

Fred and George subconsciously looked in the direction of Voldemort, fixing their eyes on the yellow liquid on his head.

I have to say that this smell is really overpowering. The two of them are already the best wizards at making dung eggs, but they still feel amazing.

This was definitely made by Kyle himself. The main material, stinkweed, seemed to have been stimulated by some unknown magic potion, exuding an even more extreme smell that could not even be blown away by the wind.

The color of the juice left after the explosion also seemed to have been upgraded. Even in the dark night, the dazzling yellow color could not be covered up.

"Yuck!" Fred and George couldn't hold it back and vomited again.

This sound also seemed to light a fuse.

Voldemort exploded and pointed his wand at Kyle like crazy. Green light lingered on the tip of the wand and gradually lengthened.

"Merlin's beard..." Kyle was startled.

Mainly because it was the first time he had seen this special arc-shaped death curse, which was like a semicircle with a diameter of ten feet.

But shouldn't the Death Curse be a single-target magic? This is already considered a group attack, the range has increased by at least hundreds of times!

There is definitely no way to avoid this!

Kyle broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively shouted: "Fox!"

Almost at the same time, the phoenix on his shoulder suddenly opened its wings and its whole body was ignited with flames.

With a whoosh, the arc-shaped killing curse passed through Kyle's body, splashing a few flames.

At the critical moment, Fox was faster and took Kyle away from the place in time.

But the man behind Kyle wasn't so lucky.

Whether they were Death Eaters, Aurors or strikers, they all fell to the ground like wheat.

Further away, Slughorn looked at the green light that was gradually disappearing in front of him, his legs softened, and he sat down on the ground.

Three inches. The life-killing curse just now was only three inches away from him at most...

If he hadn't taken a sip of the elixir before the battle, he might have been the same as the previous ones.

Slughorn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and raised his head tremblingly.

In front of him, there were at least thirty wizards lying in a mess, most of them Death Eaters. They seemed to want to sneak around and attack Kyle just now, and then they were all killed in one fell swoop.

"No, it's not safe here!" Slughorn got up from the ground.

Both the elixir and instinct reminded him to run, no matter where he went, but as far away from Kyle and Voldemort as possible.

Slughorn was a person who listened to advice, so he ran towards the castle without any hesitation, while comforting himself in his heart...

Although the battle outside was very important, it was equally urgent to deal with the Death Eaters in the castle. He just changed the place to fight.

On the other side of the battlefield, as soon as Fox appeared with Kyle on the other side of the field, the second arc-shaped Kedavra followed closely behind.

But compared with just now, this time the Death Curse seemed a bit smaller, and the speed was not that exaggerated. Kyle was once again taken away by Fox and disappeared.

The cooperation is quite tacit.

The third time, what was waiting for Kyle turned into a normal death curse.

This time he didn't even need Fox's help, he just hid by himself.

And Kyle also discovered a very critical situation. Voldemort's Elder Wand seemed to be broken...

Well... I can't say it was broken, but even he heard a very clear clicking sound.

Under the illumination of the fire, Kyle could clearly see that two long cracks had appeared on the Elder Wand out of thin air. Now only one-third of the wand body was left to support it. It might be possible to completely remove it with a little force. Break.

Under normal circumstances, this wand must never be used again.

No wonder Voldemort used the normal killing curse this time. Kyle guessed that the two cracks were caused by his large-scale killing curse.

If it happens again, the old wand will probably be completely scrapped, and Voldemort will certainly not want to part with it.

But Kyle is willing to part with it...

"God of War!"

"Thunder Explosion!"

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

...

Various different spells bombarded Voldemort one after another. He subconsciously raised his wand and condensed a shield in front of him to block all of Kyle's spells.

"Crack..."

There was another small sound, and the old wand, which was already in tatters, cracked again, with only about a quarter left.

"Damn it!" Voldemort was in a bad state and picked up a wand on the ground.

Under Kyle's deliberate control, many Death Eaters were affected by his two killing curses. Their wands fell to the ground and could be seen everywhere.

"Repair as good as new!"

Kyle looked at Voldemort's actions and wanted to laugh.

Voldemort was really surprised to think of using an ordinary wand to repair the Old Wand... Oh, Merlin's beard...

Under Kyle's incredulous gaze, the cracks on the Old Wand began to slowly close, and it was repaired in just a few seconds.

"This is not magic..." Kyle shouted in his heart.

How can an ordinary wand repair the Old Wand? It's like a hammer made of tofu can't hit an iron nail. This is the essential difference.

But...

Kyle looked at Voldemort and suddenly realized something.

Is it because of Voldemort?

Kyle was confused, but he raised his wand again.

"Thunder Explosion!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two spells collided in the air again, splashing a ball of magic sparks.

"I admit that you are a little clever, but it's over..." Voldemort said coldly: "I will kill you."

"It doesn't matter." Kyle looked at him indifferently, "I just saw that the juice flowed into your mouth. How does it taste?

"Oh, and maybe your followers will change their name to shit eaters later."

Kyle's voice was a bit gloating.

In fact, he did not see the juice of the dung egg flow into Voldemort's mouth. Those things did not exist for a few seconds before they were cleaned up by Voldemort.

But this did not affect his words.

Anyway, there were only two of them around, who knew whether it was true or not.

Kyle estimated that even Voldemort himself did not know that he was stunned when the dung egg exploded. How could he feel where the juice was?

"You... Damn it! "

After a brief silence, Voldemort exploded again, and the splashing magic sparks gradually moved towards Kyle.

Kyle habitually raised his other hand.

But this time Voldemort was well prepared and calmly dodged the spikes on the ground.

"Do you think the same method can succeed twice?" Voldemort sneered.

"I know it's impossible to succeed, so I was just lying to you just now." Kyle said with a smile.

As soon as the voice fell, Voldemort saw a flower pot falling from the sky, and it landed right in front of him.

The exposed grass leaves seemed to be caught by something, and an ugly thing with a human face was pulled out of the pot.

The next second, the thing seemed to realize that it had left the warm and comfortable soil, and suddenly opened its mouth.

"Ah! "

The sharp screams of the mandrake roots once covered the entire battlefield. Although they were partially offset by the explosions and roars around them, they still made many wizards with weaker endurance faint on the spot.

Oh, and Voldemort.

The mandrake was almost screaming on his face, and he had no place to hide.

The scarlet pupils glowed, and Voldemort also screamed in pain. At the same time, the magic sparks that were about to hit Kyle were quickly pushed away and hit Voldemort directly.

Unfortunately, Voldemort forcibly disconnected his magic at the critical moment and opened the Iron Armor Charm.

"Boom! "

After a violent explosion, Voldemort stood there, covered in dust and gasping for breath.

It can be seen that the hasty Shield Charm did not completely offset the damage of the Explosive Curse. He was still injured, and blood dripped down his left hand and fell on the ground.

Kyle did not give Voldemort time to breathe. Before the explosion ended, he threw out more than a dozen pots of Mandrake.

Voldemort waved his wand and conjured a huge fire snake. The Mandrakes were burned to ashes before they could scream.

"Fiendfyre? I can do it too! "Kyle's eyes lit up.

A giant Fiendfyre dragon appeared above the snake's head and started fighting with it.

Sparks flew around the two huge Fiendfyre creatures, forcing other wizards to move to a farther place again.

After all, it was also a Fiendfyre that fell down, and it would be troublesome if they were accidentally affected.

Voldemort looked solemn. Although he knew that Kyle was difficult to deal with when he was in the Hesperidian Islands, it seemed to be even more difficult this time.

And his Horcrux was also destroyed. At such a close distance, the pain of the soul being crushed was extremely clear, which also made him feel extremely irritated.

This can't go on!

Voldemort dodged a group of twisted vines, turned into a black mist and floated into the air, and gave orders to all the Death Eaters around him.

"Kill him!"

Little Barty Crouch was the first to react. He left his father behind without any hesitation and turned to release the Killing Curse at Kyle.

Then, other Death Eaters gradually began to respond to Voldemort's call and aimed at Kyle.

Various magics seemed to rain down. Although the Death Eaters were soon held back by Professor McGonagall and others, they still had a significant impact on Kyle.

One of his legs was petrified, and a two-handed sword at least ten feet long cut across and headed straight for his head!

Fortunately, at this time, a huge figure suddenly appeared beside Kyle.

The two-handed sword barely cut through the hard skin of the three-headed dog and embedded into its body, then it broke and disappeared...

Kyle also took the opportunity to use it to remove the petrification curse on his leg.

"Bah, so shameless!" He looked at Voldemort flying in the sky and spit out unhappily, "You are still the Dark Lord, and you can't beat me, a little wizard under twenty years old, so you still have the nerve to call for help?

"You rubbish! "

Faced with Kyle's ridicule, Voldemort was not moved at all.

Or maybe the aftereffect of the big dung ball just now was too great, causing him to be in a surprisingly good state of mind now, and he didn't care about Kyle's insults at all.

What Voldemort cares more about now is how to kill him.

The method just now was very useful. After all, Kyle was less than 20 years old. Although he was very strong, he lacked experience. It was difficult for him to take care of himself when facing a large number of wizards.

That's easy to say.

Voldemort looked around and couldn't help frowning.

The Death Eaters around were all held back. The previous one was already the limit. Now that Professor McGonagall and the others were prepared, they basically had no chance to target Kyle again.

But it doesn't matter... he has other people.

Voldemort turned his eyes and looked at the huge pillar of fire not far away. A hint of cruelty gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said with interest: "Kyle, I admit that you gave me a lot of surprises, but you still have to die, because you have weaknesses like Potter. Do you want to know what they are? "

Kyle looked at Voldemort in the sky and blinked in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly showed a look of confidence.

But out of politeness, Kyle still put away the poisonous tentacles in his hand, thought for a while and said: "Weakness... too kind?"

"Hmm..." Voldemort made a strange cry in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but forced himself to hold it back.

After a long while, he spoke again: "You are like Dumbledore, both troubled and bound by those useless things... Unfortunately, you should kill them!"

Voldemort instantly raised his wand and pointed to the Fiendfyre cage that trapped the Death Eaters not far away.

An orange light flew by, and the Fiendfyre surrounding the Death Eaters began to extinguish and dissipate rapidly, and soon only a thin layer was left.

The Death Eaters trapped inside finally saw the light of day again.

Before, they had been surrounded by Fiendfyre, and had no idea what was going on, let alone why Fiendfyre suddenly went out.

"Look, it's the Dark Lord! "Someone was the first to discover Voldemort flying in the air.

Then, the Death Eaters' team was in an uproar.

"Hahaha, it's really the Dark Lord!"

"The Dark Lord is here to save us!"

"Ah, kill, I'm going to kill all of you!"

They were reveling and roaring to celebrate the upcoming freedom.

Voldemort was flying in the air with an expressionless face. Although he was very dissatisfied with these trash being caught like this, he just happened to be able to use them now, so he didn't bother to care.

"The great Dark Lord commands you." Voldemort pointed at Kyle, "Kill him, at any cost!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Ah!"

"Boy, you're dead!"

The Death Eaters looked at Kyle, waiting for Fiendfyre to disappear completely, and then rushed out to kill him.

Kyle seemed to be scared and stood there motionless, with no intention of stopping Voldemort at all.

"No, Kyle, run... to the castle! "Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously.

There were too many Death Eaters, and this was an open area, so they couldn't stop them with just a few people.

The only way now was to go back to the castle and use the narrow terrain advantages of the corridors and stairwells to make up for the difference in numbers to the greatest extent.

"Hurry up, don't worry about us!" Chris also shouted loudly.

An Auror even took the initiative to stand up and try to attract Voldemort's attention.

They had just seen that Kyle was the hope of defeating Voldemort, and he almost succeeded, which was something that even Dumbledore couldn't do!

"Okay!"

Kyle didn't say anything nonsense, turned around, and ran towards the castle with all his strength.

But I don't know if he was too flustered or didn't know the way, his route was not facing the castle, but more towards the trapped Death Eaters...

But the battlefield was too chaotic, and no one else noticed this.

"You're dreaming! "

Voldemort couldn't just watch Kyle run away, so he immediately raised his wand, and green light began to condense.

However, this time, before the spell was formed, the old wand cracked again.

"Crack..."

A long crack brought Voldemort back to his senses.

Although it was repaired, the old wand seemed to have become more fragile. He had a hunch that if he used the spell by force, the old wand would definitely break.

Voldemort's face was grim, but there was no other way, so he could only switch to the ordinary killing curse.

A flash of green light passed by, and Kyle turned around and dodged in time.

Then the killing curse continued to move forward, landing squarely on the little bit of Fiendfyre left.

The Fiendfyre, which was about to go out, seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly expanded, and then exploded in a twist!

"Boom!"

The violent roar was even louder than the blasting curse just now, and at the same time, there was a fire that shot straight into the sky.

Voldemort turned his head stiffly and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. Half of the hundreds of Death Eaters died in an instant, and the rest basically had no fighting ability.

Then he seemed to think of something and looked at Kyle suddenly.

I don't know when, Kyle had stopped and was also looking at him.

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